[ lois might have had a moment of feeling displaced, of feeling like she no longer belonged in her apartment without clark, but that doesn't mean she feels at home here. clark wasn't her whole life, even if it had felt like it at times. she'd had her work, her position at the daily planet.

she's trying to recreate that here, now. that's why she's in this elevator, a notebook and pencil in one hand, a tote bag with various other things hanging from her shoulder. she's going to interview someone, or she was. the elevator rumbles to a halt, lets in one more passenger, begins to move again and then just stops. ]

Convenient. [ is lois' dry comment, her jaw clenching briefly in displeasure. she turns to the panel to try and figure out if there's some way to get the elevator moving again. a little distractedly, she adds: ] I hope you're not claustrophobic.

How long have you all been here? What kinds of worlds are you from? I'm actually interested in a census of sorts (age, sex, former location, job, powers) to see if there's any kind of pattern. Share as little or as much as you're comfortable with, though more is obviously better in this case.

Oh, and where can a girl get a good scotch around here?